Dear Millennials...

This is for the millennials who are eating too many avocados and not buying enough houses. Who are having too much fun, are making too many different choices. To the generation who are told that they expect too much from their government, that asking for more for your community is greedy. We're the people they don't expect to turn up. Last time we didn't. WANT MORE POETRY FROM ME? SIGN UP TO BE A MEMBER OF THE GUMPTION CLUB AND GET A FREE DOWNLOAD OF MY POETRY COLLECTION, THE PLAN MAKER: https://www.patreon.com/justkissmyfrog // ME ELSEWHERE // INSTAGRAM: http://instagram.com/leenanorms TWITTER: https://twitter.com/leenanorms // CONTRIBUTE // Want to help this channel run and run more smoothly? Patreon is a place where you can tip me for the videos I make, helping me upgrade the quality of my channel and giving me more time to create: https://www.patreon.com/justkissmyfrog If you don't have money but you do have some time, [CC] is a fab way to get involved. Help make these videos accessible to more people: http://bit.ly/2p61I7j Learn how to do contribute translated content: http://bit.ly/2oThZMc The words: And when will we push against the boundaries of joy and bend them to splintering, when will we love too much and be called to hush in the library of liberalism, for even those who like plenty will say this is too much. We are gorged on love songs and pregnant with poetry, birthing buskers songs before babies and opening ISAs for the end of the world. We are smitten with the smithereens of respectable life, left in the Boxing Day wrappings of presents our parents opened and squandered, we will not settle even when the dust does - moving on instead of moving in, wishing wallpaper on the inside of train carriages, pinning plans to the fridges of ourselves, smoking out the stockings because we daren't ask for anything and anyway, there is no mantelpiece now. Forward my post to my ancestors, for god knows that when there is no where to move forward we will have to move back, when the snake people cannot stay with their parents they will pitch tents in the back garden of their heritage - not lairds and trust funds, but Honest people with little means, rich in Each other and who know not of meritocratic cries for justice but just of chalice-passing and bread breaking, who still know how to listen to forests instead of floor walking town criers, who will burn castles before their neighbours barn, who aren't swept away but soliloquies from crocked women in stiff linen she did not weave, Let your ancestors tap you on the shoulder and tip you off The Prime Minister has no clothes We've already been lead by one of those Robbing the rich to give to the richer Never filled the common pitcher When the bandits become bankers Watch your wallet and your lambs Wolves can dress in strong and stable hands This land is our land And just because you can't buy a house Does not change the fact that the soil is still yours. FAQ: Where did I get my glasses from? https://youtu.be/ptAVTDxcW44 Need advice about University? http://bit.ly/2oTp7rZ